Dick with zealous noes and ays
Could roar as loud as Stentor,
In the house 'tis all he says;
But Tom is eloquenter.
DICK,
A MAGGOT.
AS when, from rooting in a bin,
All powder'd o'er from tail to chin,
A lively maggot sallies out,
You know him by his hazel snout:
So when the grandson of his grandsire
Forth issuing wriggling, Dick Drawcansir,
With powder'd rump and back and side,
You cannot blanch his tawny hide;
For 'tis beyond the power of meal
The gipsy visage to conceal:
For, as he shakes his wainscot chops,
Down every mealy atom drops,
And leaves the tartar phyz in show,
Like a fresh t—d just dropt on snow.
CLAD ALL IN BROWN. TO DICK.
IMITATED FROM COWLEY.
FOULEST brute that stinks below,
Why in this brown dost thou appear?
For would'st thou make a fouler show,
Thou must go naked all the year.
